Resumo de Lady With A Lapdog

LADY WITH A LAP DOGA short story by Anton Chekhov This famed Russian writer and physician initiated his literary career writing short stories for a newspaper, in so doing, he discovered his calling, the task of describing human nature in a few pages. Borne in 1860, died in 1904 of consumption. His literary legacy set the standard for the genre for years to come. The story: Dmitry Dmitrich Gurov is a forty year old married man on business travel. His is a marriage devoid of joy or pleasure, to a woman given to wear unattractive attire; an austere presence that he associates more with duties than with love. The afternoon ship brings to Yalta -a sea side town- among other arrivals a woman by herself accompanied by a small dog, like a Pomeranian. Gurov is intrigued by this woman traveling by herself. At dinner, Gurov strikes a conversation with Ana Sergeyevna by playing with her little dog and inquiring to her about her background. She is married, traveling alone for a time awaiting for her husband who may join her a few days later. Gurov?s opinion of women is that they are mostly boring except for those with feminine charms. He decides to pursue a closer acquaintance with this unaccompanied woman. The husband fails to show and the two new friends spend more and more time in each other?s company. He finds her pretty but somewhat pathetic in her boredom. Gurov makes his move and when he kisses her, she doesn?t fight him off but afterwards declares she states he will lose his interest if she lets him have what he is looking for. She has never been unfaithful to her husband. Kissing him has made her feel like a wicked and vulgar woman, she is filled with remorse. He reassures her tenderly and their romantic evening goes on. They sit by the shore on a bench at dawn in a moment that the writer describes as follows: ??the cicadas chirped and the monotonous, hollow roar of the sea, coming up from below, spoke of rest, of eternal sleep awaiting us all. The sea had roared like that down below when there was no Yalta or Oreanda, it was roaring now and it would go on roaring as indiferently and hollowly when we were here no more. And in this constancy, this complete indifference to the life and death of each one of us, there is perhaps hidden the guarantee of our eternal salvation, the never-ceasing movement of life on earth, the never-ceasing movement towards perfection. Sitting beside a woman who looked so beautiful at the break of day, soothed and enchanted by the sight of all that fairy-land scenery ? the sea, the mountains, the clouds, the wide sky ? Gurov reflected that, when you came to think of it, everything in the world was really beautiful, everything but our own thoughts and actions when we lose sight of the higher aims of existence and our dignity as human beings.? Here you have it, Chekhov?s midas touch taking a plain story; unhappily married boy meets bored married girl and elevating it to the highest level of spirituality in just one paragraph. Ana has to leave and they say goodbye at the train station after their memorable times together. She is sad and he thinks they will never meet again.He returns to his usual Moscovite busy existence and plans to let her memory fade into the past. Gurov finds Ana in the last place he imagined, in his own mind. Thoughts of her return time and again as the weeks and months pass by. Not only he misses her, she is on his mind all the time, a constant presence. His work and his social relations appear to him futile, like living in a lunatic?s asylum unable to escape. He is madly in love, obsessed with Ana?s memory. He must see her again. He travels to the city where she lives and inquires about the address. Despair attacks him at the mere thought she might not care to see him again. He takes a chance and goes to the local theater to see a play hoping fate will bring them together. Ana walks in on the arm of her husband. Gurov?s world fills with joy and nervousness. She isalone for a moment and he approaches her. This is her answer to him: I?ve suffered so much, I?ve been thinking of you all the time. The thought of you kept me alive. And yet I tried so hard to forget you. Why, oh why did you come? Nothing could keep these lovers apart anymore. It was only now, when his hair was beginning to turn grey that he had fallen in love properly, in good earnest- for the first time in his life. They tried to think of a way to eliminate the lies, the hiding but they both knew that the end was still a long way away and that the most complicated and difficult part was only just beginning.One hundred years later, these people seem so real, one could almost touch them.

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